There was a thud, as the hammer lord fell on his right knee. Sweat trickled down his face and pain made it even more unbearable. He had complete armour, except for a helmet and was supporting himself with a hammer. He looked around, watching the great destruction that could not be undone and all the dead bodies that lay beside him
'What am I going to do?' Looking at three specific bodies that lay in different positions. 'The other three heroes are dead, leaving me the only survivor. And,' looking at the enemy in front of him, who was in dark clothing and was smiling sarcastically, 'the enemy is too powerful, how am I supposed to beat him?' The enemy was levitating in the air, he came to the ground at great speed, causing it to shake and dust rose in the air. He said, “In human sight, heroes are nothing but assets, whose sole purpose is to help the weak.” The hammer lord winked in pain, “But, there are few who are ready to die on our behalf.” Smiling, “You are brave, even when nearing your grave, you are ready to die for the weak.” “That’s what a true hero is meant to do, I vowed to help them even to my death,” struggling to stand, "and I promise, I will kill you!” In rage, the enemy kicked him and he went flying backwards. The hammer lord looked at his hammer which was now meters away from him. He stretched his hand trying to reach it, but the man in black stepped on his chest making him grown in pain. The dark man created a dark long blade with his left hand, piercing him on his side and the hammer lord cried in pain, becoming half unconscious. “Stop!” Shouted a general who had an army behind him. “You are surrounded with no way to run.” The man in black looked at them and slowly walked towards them. “Oh, how I pity you, dying without a cause.” Raising his hands and a large black ball was created, becoming larger and larger with each passing second. He threw it at them, but before it could hit them six people in black clothing went to the front. One of them pierced his sceptre to the ground and a shield surrounded them. The ball hit the shield creating a boom! Sound, and the earth shook greatly. The hammer lord said under his breath, 'This is my chance. If I can muster all my strength, I may have a chance against him.' Looking at the blade on his side, 'I can’t give up now,' his vision becoming blurry. He held the blade with both hands and began pulling ignoring the pain, but with little success he fell back on the tree, having lost all power. He looked to the rising sun as blood dripped down his left eye. He then looked to the other side of the sky and smiled, 'I have failed, looking at his hands, I thought I had the power but it seems I was wrong.' Then he heard the loud beating of his heart, which was followed by a sharp pain. He spat blood on the ground, 'What’s this agonising feeling?' Then, his eyes protruded out of their eye sockets in shock, as he had someone speaking to him. “I am the queen of the fairies who is speaking. Remember, don’t give up heart because you have the power.” He looked at the blade on his side and he said, 'She’s right, I can’t give up now.' The bracelets on both hands lit bright golden, he released a loud cry, breaking the blade which had penetrated his flesh. He then pulled out the remaining blade inside his flesh, throwing it to the ground. Holding the wound with his right hand, 'I must carry on, many are depending on me'. Looking at the enemy who was recovering quickly from the blast and was now standing to his feet, supporting himself with a tree branch. He looked at his hammer, quickly running and picking it up. Looking at the enemy, he focused all his gaze on him and lifted the hammer pointing at him, then charged in rage. He swung the hammer at the enemy, however, the enemy used his arms to block the attack. The hammer lord swiftly punched him on the chin, sending him to the ground. He was about to stand, but one of the six people shot the man in black with a bullet and he fell to the ground. The hammer lord said under his breath, 'Now,' both ends of the hammer separating and a spearhead moving upwards from the hole created, 'you DIE!' Throwing the created spear and piercing him in the chest and pinning him to the tree. The enemy’s vision began to fade, as he quickly lost strength to move a muscle. The hammer lord fell on his knees, breathing in and out slowly, believing that it was finally over. Abruptly, the temperature of his body became high and then dropped suddenly. His chest ached again, 'What’s this pain? It’s different from the previous one, this time it doesn’t seem to lessen.' He touched his chest and felt a warm liquid, looking at his chest in a questioning state, he found that he was bleeding. "What’s happening? How's this happening?" He became weak and quickly looked behind, but was shot with a bullet which ripped open, the flesh on his arm. He staggered behind and finally fell to the ground. The leader of the six walked towards him. “What are you doing? I am the hammer lord, why did you attack me?” Asked the hammer lord “Please, don’t take it the wrong way, we are just following orders.” The hammer lord looked shocked, 'Who would want me dead? What had I done wrong?" All these questions ran through his aching head. The person pointed a gun at him, “Who wanted me dead?” Asked the hammer lord The person smiled and said, “That’s classified information.” “You will never get away with this, the king will stop you together with the heroes who will reincarnate again.” Laughing mockingly, “You think we are doing this so that we can take over the kingdom? You should know that we are hired by the king, that is if you must know.” Shock gripped the hammer lord, as the words the person had said echoed in his head. Then he remembered what the black man he had killed said to him, ‘Heroes are just assets.” Anger took hold of him, 'After all I did. I was ready to give up my life for them, but I was just a rag that would eventually be disposed of. The person in front of him said, “This is where your journey ends, too bad you lived it for others,” then pulled the trigger, killing him.The general ran towards them with his sword ready for combat, “What you have done, killing a hero is a death sentence.” He moved forward to attack, but he was thrown for a blade before he had the chance to dodge it. It pierced his neck and fell to the ground with a thud! While holding his bleeding neck. The army was filled with fear, however before they had a chance to attack, dark smoke created a covering above them. The assassins held hands together and portals appeared above the army. They then chanted and fireballs appeared from the portals consuming the army. The leader of the six said, “Send the king a message informing him that we have accomplished the mission." One of the assassins lifted his right hand, a raven appeared and it flew towards the castle. ‘"Heroes are seen as vessels by other humans." Everything that he said was true, after all my sacrifices in the end I was just a disposal tool. Then, I’ll show them my furr
A soldier ran to the king in agency. On reaching him, he knelt with his head facing the ground, “My Lord, we have received an important message.” The king looked at him and said, “You may raise,” standing from his throne. “What did you receive?” “A message has been sent from an unknown source, saying that the mission has been accomplished.” The king clenched his hand, then faced the opposite side on which the soldier was standing. “So, they were eventually able to kill the hammer lord,” said the king, rather than speaking to himself. He then faced the soldier, “I want all the followers of the hammer lord, assassinated!” The soldier’s face became pale almost disbelieving what he had heard. He looked to the ground and asked with hidden fear, “Pardon ……... my Lord?” The king looked at him again while grinding his teeth, showing that he was beginning to be enraged, but decided to breathe it out. Pacing around, “Yes you heard right. I want
Fear clawed through the three men, having seen the snippers attack. The man with swords said to himself, 'Running isn’t an option. Our only option is, to' running towards them, 'charge forward.' He swung his swords at the older man, but he dodged the attacks while enjoying the moment. The older man dodged another attack and as the other man raised his hands preparing to strike again, he was kicked on his chest, sending him to the ground. The older man then jumped on him with his axe forward. The man with swords put his two swords forward to block the attack, but the axe shattered the swords, cutting through his left shoulder. The man groaned in pain and kicked the man with the axe, sending him backwards together with his axe. The man whose weapons were blades ran towards the injured friend while trying to hit the man with an axe but to no avail. He said to himself, 'Maybe if I swiftly reach him, I may have a chance.' He increased his speed and stepped on a rock, t
“Where am I?” Asked Zeomora as he stood to his feet. He heard a horn being blown and people shouted with all their might. “That must be a war cry,” then he found himself outside a palace. Elves both young and old were running around in panic as soldiers slayed one elf after another. A soldier came running towards Zeomora with a spear on his hand preparing to kill him, but the soldier passed through him killing the female elf that was behind him. He fell to the ground in relief as drops of sweat splashed to the ground. “It is not real, I must be seeing a vision.” In the air he saw four unique heroes, each holding a different weapon and everything became dark. Breathing heavily with a hidden fear within. “Where am I?” Said Zeomora, looking at his surrounding which was completely dark. He had memories of people shouting at him, ‘Of with him, he should die just like his disgraceful parents,’ which was followed by a gunshot in his chest. He came back to his sens
The prisoner told him, “We have arrived.” All this time, Zeomora hoped that it would all turn out to be a vision. “Get out!” Said a soldier, holding a spear in both hands. When they were dragged out he saw that other people had already reached and were waiting for them. Among those who were waiting, was a priest. He smiled and said, “Your days are finally over. You’ve killed many, now their souls cry for vengeance and they shall be avenged today.” Zeomora’s body was shaking, hoping for someone or something to save him. Tears began to roll down his face, as they formed slightly warm streams down his cheeks. ‘How can I die, even before I ever accomplished a thing,’ he hit the ground with his fists, ‘this life has always been cruel to me. Never giving me a chance to prove my worth.’ Looking at the guns pointed at him together with the other two prisoners. ‘So, I shall die like a fallen soldier in battle, who has trained for years but never landed a hit on any of his e
He reappeared in a forest with rocky areas and sighed in pain before falling to his knees. His eyes turned back to normal, the armour and sword disappeared and he began to cry as he looked at his bloody body. Having memorise of the cries of the soldiers who died one after another. He removed his shirt and so on his chest he had a mark of a dragon’s head. He shouted, “Come out here you dragon, why did you do what you did against my will?” Through telekinesis, the dragon told him, “I saved your life. If I didn't do as I did, you would have died.” Hitting the ground with both hands, “Then I should have died instead of all those soldiers dying a worthless death.” “Do you hear yourself; those were the same people who wanted you dead and now you plead for them.” “It’s my choice, not yours to make.” The dragon shouted in rage, “Listen!” Making him appear where he had first met the dragon. “You will never survive in this world if you deci
Sweat trickled down his neck, “This day just had to be long,” studying the actions of the wolves. He tried looking for a way out, but could not think critically because of the chaos in his mind, “My only way out is asking help from the dragon.” He fell to his knees and said in a low voice, “Dragonlord I need your help,” and immediately he was teleported to where he had met him. The dragon came nearer to him and asked, “Have you now realized that the only way is to kill in order to survive?” Zeomora looked to the ground and said, “No, I am sorry, but I believe there is a world that exists with ought having to choose war.” The dragon laughed, “I used to picture life that way, till the day life taught me that a place like that never exists,” flying away, “but I shall help you. I have provided you with the sword, but you’ll have to use your skills.” He came back to reality and a description appeared before him. ‘You can now use portal storage. This allows you to sto
Residents screamed as something attacked them. The people who were chanting stopped and one of them asked, “What could that be? Could they have already arrived?” A man said as he shivered, “It seems,” pointing at a wolf, “look!” The people released shrieks of fear as each ran in different direction. A soldier said, “Stop firing at the man in the building he must be dead from the fire, let’s focus on the wolves." They began shooting the wolves in front of them, but the bullets were of little harm to them. Some of the wolves remained behind preventing being shot by the bullets, while others continued forward. A soldier asked, “What do we do now? The bullets don’t seem to do any damage on it.” Another said, “Even so, we have to keep firing.” Sounds of blasts were heard from behind, then they saw a man in red clothing approaching them. “Finally, the adventurers have arrived.” When the adventurer reached them, he asked, “Are you all ok?”A soldier ans